Friday, June 4, 1 and 30 pm The threat of rain had dissipated and humidity combined with a soft warmth invaded the open spaces surrounding the ancient Church of the Holy Trinity, converted by decree President Guzman Blanco National Cemetery since 1874, to house a shrine as heroes, heroes and the greatest in our history.
A bust of His Majesty Charles III reminds us something unusual tribute from one of the three adjacent squares, which was the creator of the Captaincy General of Venezuela. The roots of our English past in contrast to the pride of the glories won by the outstanding resting nearby. Another square
wider which archaic agora, with its now-empty stands and dozens of antlers with no flags waving, protects the nearby building with three naves and a small dome, painted a very pale pink, gray with white accents. Seen from the front
our pantheon is far from monumental, but the spirit is inflamed with the weight of history that is stored there. It is certain that there lie 143 to dust beings of either forged or otherwise constructed our history. Of them only 54 were civilians and to be more specific only 3 women.
The meeting of the door wide open to the promise of immortality is ascended by 19 steps of gray marble, flanked by 4 cauldrons of black marble. Before entering the vast central nave and the background you can see the altar and monument to the most illustrious guest: Simón José Antonio de la Santisima Trinidad Bolivar y Palacios, who is hanging on the ubiquitous worship and veneration.
To access this almost sacred site by typing the name and area of \u200b\u200borigin in a great book that accounts for the large number of visitors (over 500 Saturday and Sunday) that the dead and the heroes in this case are not left alone and if you have anyone to visit.
The footsteps do not resonate in large slabs of polished marble tiles arranged in geometric shapes and various colors, they become complicit in the silence of the figures that adorn the 12 monuments scattered in symmetry in each of the two aisles. It highlights two at the end of them as sentinels: On the right the cenotaph of Antonio José de Sucre and left the sculpture tribute to Francisco de Miranda. In both the coffins kept open only hope of recovering the remains of the heroes.
The altar is lit by 230 lights vast Baccarat crystal lamp. The light spreads across the ceiling grid in gold leaf and silver and throws you to the bronze urn over 3500 Kg of weight where the remains of so-called Father of the Nation. Justice and Freedom are two female figures cast in white marble we represent the ideals of Bolivar's unfinished dream.
The 17 paintings attached to the original vaulted ceiling painter Tito Salas gave them passage to rest him also in this site, as well as symbolically and rather controversial, as does the chief Guaicaipuro. Jesus
The guide told Barreto that weave stories about noises, footsteps and even an apparition, but unlike the raised by Ana Teresa Torres in his book "History of the People", that "the Venezuelan heroes do not rely on the National Pantheon, however loose. Jump his paintings and landing on the tarmac, dodging the cars are entered online, star in the press and television "... .. Those who are here, whether deserved or controversial stay in this room, abide by the restricted hours until 4 pm to be revered or showing off its grandeur; trapped in history, with the dream of visionaries, turned into myths.
At the exit to the right is a third place, near the National Library Building, chaired by the bust of the poet Omar Khayya and two children play. The largest strongly pursued in an unequal battle that saw the lowest preschool red shirt, emulating perhaps to the many fought by the Founding Fathers dormant for centuries.
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